Sunday, May 1, 2016

Issue 2: The Streets Run Green

“Send us the one named Golem, and the people shall live...for now...”  The vile voice echoed around the streets of this Northside neighborhood.  The instant Alex had heard this, she'd ducked into a side hallway, hoping no one had noticed in the confusion.  Having gone out the back door, Alex transformed once again into Golem, super-strong defender of the innocent.  

Leaping OVER the Friendly Bottle, she landed right among the creature's writhing tentacles and teeth.  A green ichor burst forth, covering the pale blue hero.  "Here I am, ugly!" Golem rasped, ripping one tentacle clean out of the main body of the creature and throwing it across the street.  

Awe, man! Joey thought, watching the epic battle from the now faceless bar.  He watched the heavy, scaled tentacle land across the street.  My car

The creature wasted no time responding to the threat, encircling Golem in two tentacles and producing sharp-fanged mouths with which to bite into Golem's dense flesh.  Golem screamed, more in anger than pain.  This damned thing will have a tough time chewing through this hide! She thought.  Exerting all her muscles, Golem slowly stretched out the tentacles until she had enough freedom to grip them solidly, and she began rending some flesh as well.

Joey looked on in horror as a new, smaller creature coalesced in the blood dripping from the tentacle across the street.  Right on his car.  Joey looked down at his Maggie, who he'd been helping tend to her fortunately minor wound from the wall collapse.  "Right back."

Running to the ruined entrance, Joey shouted, "Hey, Golem!  Check across the street!  I think that's another one!"  
"Eh?" Golem scanned the area until she saw what Joey was talking about.  Dammit!  If these things popped up every time she did some damage to the first one, Chicago would be overrun.  Golem saw now way around doing some damage.  The thing responded to punches about like the tire on a large bulldozer would.  She had to be able to draw blood just to fight the thing.  

Golem was momentarily distracted by a particularly large set of fangs coming toward her.  As the maw opened, she leaned her neck back as far as she could, then head-butted the fangs with all her might.  The teeth shattered, sending shards everywhere.  Great.  Hope that doesn't make more monsters, too, Golem thought grimly.

It didn't take long for sirens to register in the distance.  9-11 had been called immediately after the wall fell.  Need to try to wrap this up, Golem thought, but she had no idea how she would do that.  Continuing to tear into the beast, Golem realized that she had another problem.  Not only was it seeming to make baby doomsday monsters every time she ripped an arm off or popped an eye, she was starting to feel weaker, ever so slightly.  And as this continued, she felt the pain more and more from the vile bites the creature was producing.  

Golem started to have an uncomfortable feeling that this thing was somehow draining her powers.  And if that was the case, it wasn't a question of IF but WHEN she would lose this battle.  Golem was snapped out of her thoughts as fire trucks pulled sideways in the street a block away, out of reach of the creature.  Emergency personnel were trying to figure out the safest way to get to the injured.  

"Back door!" Golem shouted as a long tentacle with teeth on the end of it attacked her from above.  "That one's new!"  she growled back at the creature, punching it in the teeth.  Still, though she'd defeated the attack, she felt pain shooting up her hand as the thing bit into her fist.  Golem began to think the end-game of this creature's feast was to break her corpse open like a fortune cooking and suck out the remaining power.  Shaking her head, the blue warrior continued to battle on.  

Inside, Joey helped Maggie to the back door, where fire and rescue had been able to get several EMTs with first aid equipment and stretchers.  A young tech examined Maggie's injuries.  "Doesn't seem too bad.  Here, let's get some disinfectant spray on that..."  Joey, the tech and Maggie all looked up as a loud whining noise approached from the sky.  

With a sudden surreal intrusion, one of the fire trucks from up the street came arcing over the buildings, slamming into the apartments across the street and devastating the upper floors.  The sound of gunfire now filled the streets.  "Bloody hell, what is this World War III?" Joey commented.  

An instant later, Golem came flying over the building, landing beside the firetruck.  Standing up, she shook off the pain.  She was getting worn down by this fight and whatever draining effect the creature's bites had on her.  Standing in the rubble, Golem made sure all the fire-fighters were out of the truck.  She had to get this thing off this building.  There were probably people in the damaged sections, and the second floor could completely collapse onto the first if she didn't get the weight off of it.  

Dropping into the alley below, Golem leaned into the kitchen window of the apartment right below the fire engine.  A startled man who'd been listening to the carnage outside looked up, expecting the building to come down.  "Is there anyone else in there?" Golem asked.  

"Uh, no," the man replied, still startled.  "Then get the hell out, now!  I've got to bring this wall down!"  Standing back in the alley, Golem waited as the man grabbed his cell phone and a few precious things and hoped to the higher powers that insurance would cover a super-hero battle before ducking out the front door.  Once she was sure he'd exited, Golem looked very carefully at the point where the outer wall met the edge of the ceiling/2nd floor.  She'd only done this once before, and she had to aim it just right.  

Moving her arms back as far as she could so that her body with outstretched arms formed a letter t, Golem took a deep breath before slamming her hands together in front of her as fast and as hard as she possibly could.  With her massive strength, the effect created a shockwave, which caused a controlled collapse of the ceiling.  The fire engine dropped to the first floor on its end, partially in man's the kitchen, partially in the alley.  

"That's step one," Golem said to herself.  Now, moving around into the kitchen, she pushed as high up on the engine as she could, causing it to flip completely off the apartment building and across the alley, its front end barely damaging the larger brick buildings on that side.  

"Wow, I had no idea she was real," Maggie's tech said as he finished bandaging Maggie up.  

"Hell, yeah, she's really," Joey said.  As he watched her work, Joey was becoming more proud of his hometown hero.  

Golem leaped back over the building to find the street now writhing with no less than six of the smaller creatures, plus the one "mamma".  

"Golem, I was beginning to think you'd left our dance," the disembodied voice of the creature echoed.  "I was about to start feasting on the flesh of these lesser ones!"

"No, we're just getting started!"  Golem cannon balled into the creature, knocking it back off its position on the sidewalk and into the street.  But as Golem got her footing again, she realized she was out of breath.  Suddenly, two of the smaller creatures surrounded her in tentacles, and she found it difficult to break the grip.  

Looking up the street, Golem saw a commotion as someone broke the police lines; a dark-haired man with a guitar was striding toward her.  Is this idiot the last person I'm going to save?  She asked herself in her head. Barely dodging out of the creature's way, the man began to play.  Somehow, his electric guitar was amplified so the whole street could hear, even though it wasn't hooked up to an amp.  

Billy had to think fast to come up with a song to cheer this blue battler on.  She looked weak, but she and he were obviously the only ones that stood between this Green Demon and complete destruction.  Everyone who could see the scene stopped to watch as he began to play.  

The notes of The All American Rejects' "Move Along" filled the street, and suddenly, weirdly, Golem felt a surge of strength.  It's as if the energy was flowing from the man's guitar directly into her.  With her newfound power, Golem ripped the small tentacles from her body as if they were string and turned to face the main body of the creature.  

"That was the bell.  It appears it's time for round 2!" she snarled, and leapt back into battle.

Saturday, April 16, 2016

Golem Issue 1 - Opening Act

The man felt severe pain as something snapped in his back.  Thankfully, the highrise had a balcony at the 20th floor.  But he'd fallen three stories from his window-washing rig, and was in immense pain.  

Down on the street, people watched in horror as the rig hung loose.  Some called 911, but if would take rescue a while to get there.  That's when a mumbling in the crowd started to spread, and several people pointed to a blue cannonball shape flying up from the ground below.  

The man was startled as Golem untucked her legs from her jumping position and landed on the brick of the building.  She was a muscular figure with blue-tinged skin and wild, black hair, wearing a sports bra and biker shorts; she looked like a female body builder...on steroids.  Under the hair on her forehard was the Hebrew letter Aleph, a sign of the liniage of her powers.  

"Just relax.  I'm here now.  Let's get one of these windows open and get you inside," Golem said calmly, in a raspy croak.  Reaching over, the blue creature tugged at one of the windows.  This wasn't a true balcony: it was more like an overhang.  No doors to access it, not on this side anyway.  And the windows hadn't been opened in decades.  But this was not a problem for Golem.  Pushing her fingers into the wood frames as if they were styrofome, she made the slightest effort to push up, and the locks on the windows snapped off, much to the surprise of the lone storage worker who'd been moving pallets on a small lift.  

"Call 911 and give them the address and floor!" Golem ordered as she carefully lifted the man into the building through the open window.  She set him flat on the first set of boxes she could find at waist height.     

Looking across the room, Golem saw the clock on the wall; the time: 5:50 PM. Surprised, she croaked "Oh crap!" and, making sure the injured man was stable on the boxes and that the worker was calling for help, she leapt out the window. Moments later, Golem slammed into the ground.  Trampling down the deserted side street, the bulky blue form transformed into that of a slender young woman with an exotic combination of features, dressed in casual clothes.  Her dusty brown hair blew in the breeze as she continued to run for the train station.  Radical Escape had a set to play.


The Friendly Bottle was a small venue, Joey Woods thought, carrying in the 40 lb Fender amp. Joey was a bald man, overweight, arms heavily tatooed (tribal), wearing a driver cap and a Slipknot T-shirt. He pushed past the table, wishing the place had a decent alley entrance to bring this stuff in from.

Moving past the regulars at the bar, the after-work crowd and their happy hours, he stepped up onto the small stage and positioned the amp next to the drums. He leaned in to Will Secor, the long haired, slender teen who was practicing the beats for their first set.

“Will, any word from Alex yet?” Joey looked concerned and the number of people filing into the small bar. They were only the opener for the night, but it would still hurt his bottom line if they got canned because the lead singer didn't show...again. Joey was getting sick of Alex and her crap, but honestly, she was an amazing singer. Radical Escape had more of a chance of making it big than any band he'd been in, and he'd been in quite a few.

Looking up as he plugged in the amp, Joey sighed relief. Here was Alex, looking like she'd just jumped off the train, as usual. Joey thought her Japanese and Central European Jewish features made one of the most beautiful combinations of human being he'd ever seen, but she was way too young for him. Besides, he had Maggie. Scanning the audience, he noticed his wife wearing one of the band's T-shirts, holding an impromptu concession stand at one of the tables near a window. He waved and mouthed “Hi, baby.” Joey looked over angrily as Will laughed. Will shut the hell up.

Alex hopped up on stage and adjusted the microphone Joey had set up at her height. “Sorry, guys. Ran into a snafu on the train...” she said sheepishly. Megan Curtis, the last member of the band, the bass player, nodded and continued practicing. Megan was a very slender young woman, probably unhealthily so, with blond hair shaved up one side.

Joey stood up, annoyed that everyone else busted their balls, metaphorically, to be here on time, and her highness Alex Tanaka had problems with the El. “Hey, no big. Really glad you made it on time though. Mind helping me with the last of the equipment?” he asked.

“Um, sure Joey. Sorry for the hassle.” Alex jumped down, her brown hair bouncing off her shoulders. In her mind, she once again bemoaned her need to keep her identity as The Golem secret from her friends. Since she'd inherited the position from her grandfather a year ago on his passing, she'd lost two boyfriends and three friends, and had almost been kicked out of the band once, because The Golem had to do what's right.

Once everything was set, Alex waited for the clock to hit 7 PM before she picked up her mic.

“Good evening Chicago!” she shouted, in a kinetic voice worthy of Benetar. “We're Radical Escape, and we're here to get your weekend started!”

Joey and Megan started in with a driving rock riff, and Will started in with the beats on their cue.

I was a rebel from the day I left school,
Grew my hair long and broke all the rules,
I'd sit and listen to my records all day,
With big ambitions of when I could play...

The crowd began to really rock as the recognized the song Alex was singing as a George Thorogood class “Get a Haircut, and Get a Real Job.”

The whole band was rockin', and Joey was loving every second. This is what he did it for. This moment when he was one with the audience, when everyone was loving life and joy was just cascading around the room.

And then, just as Alex hit the line “I'm 10 times richer than my big brother Bob, he's got a haircut, he's got a real job,” it all fell to crap.

The outer wall of the building collapsed, and a horrid beast from beyond human imagining, a creature of tentacles and eyes and teeth, writhed in the street. Several people, including his Maggie, were injured in the wall's collapse, and Joey was stunned that Chicago had once again surprised him with its raw brutality.

In an echoing voice, the “beast” shouted over all the street noises (the band had trailed off), pronounced:

“Send us the one named Golem, and the people shall live...for now...”


An incredible anger welled up inside Alex. This beast was challenging her, and it had hurt all these people to get her attention? Well, she thought, it had it. It had better damned well be ready, because it was ON.